Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Albania and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slick Rick,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
Dennis Brown,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
The Misunderstood,
Scion,
The Slackers,
The Music Machine,
Freddie Wadling,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gladiators,
Niagra,
Shoche,
John Foxx,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Cluster,
Aswad,
Icehouse,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Groovy Waters,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.